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grew up - good gas lyrics

[intro]
good job, 1st

[chorus: smooky margielaa]
grew up in the trenches, when them winners were gone
heard them n-ggas hate, ’cause i made it out the hood
they hating on lil’ smooky, cause i’m up, and they down
i come through in margielas, fed up, gucci down

[verse: smooky margielaa]
now i make two milly every day, i got shooters on your block
only pull up if it’s money, then i’m on my way
only about money, no time to conversate
if i want it, i get it, i ain’t really got no time to play
what i say, i don’t play
fly a b-tch out to spain, i’m about to buy a private plane
pull up in a wraith with the stars, foreign car
n-ggas mad that we livin’ large, livin’ large
spend all them racks in the morning, with my bros
then i get them back, gucci stores, spend it all
smooky on the track, yeah, i ball, like chris paul
all my wraiths, i want more, need it all

[chorus: smooky margielaa]
grew up in the trenches, when them winners were gone
heard them n-ggas hate, cause i made it out the hood
they hating on lil’ smooky, ’cause i’m up, and they down
i come through in margielas, fed up, gucci down

- good gas lyrics

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